Ishaisms, Short Story

Rum Chocolates For Dessert

It’s strange how some memories of hardly any significance at the moment can stick to your brain forever, can grow there, take root, and bear flowers in later years - their fragrance taking you back to the moment - now etched in your mind - and make you wonder how it was, that of all… Continue reading Rum Chocolates For Dessert

Ishaisms, Love, Poetry


Down in the depths of my despair, sitting, thinking I'll never be whole again, He passes by me, and ruffles my hair, And I forget I was in ever in pain... Waking up every damp, cold morning - a Herculean task, I'd rather mope and be melancholy, He pours me a glass of warm water… Continue reading GESTURES